The Flesh Cult

"'I hear them beneath my feet as they toil with macabre machines. Butchers who happily accept whatever unwanted trash is birthed into the world. My sister betrayed god so she gave her little one to the cult. By all that is good in this world, I pray mercy for that child.'"

Honesty & Humanity
What, why do you care about the flesh cult so much as to bother me on a day like this? Well if you lend an ear I will tell you about my life. Hmm, does my voice surprise you so much? I'm not one of those wretches that plague the world. I used to be human you know back many many years ago. You think I lie to you now but I used to live in the stars. If you ever climbed on top of a tower you could see them. My home was a city of black steel in the heavens. I stood by the gods as they built their dreams. I never regarded them as gods but you pray to a man I knew very well.

When the gods dreams began to fall apart I was forced a choice. I came here to this ancient place to start life a new with the knowledge I had gained over the centuries. There was a calm meditative time where I sat alone in this lab decade after decade. The flesh of the world unraveled its secrets to me inch by inch. I had grown so accustomed to the scream of wretches, whom I had a hand in making, that I forgot what a voice had sounded like. I walked out of this lab to see your family walking by. I remember seeing your fathers eyes fill with anger and hatred as he approached me. I had never intended to look this way. As time continued, more and more of your family came to this small little place in the world. Centuries upon centuries ago I would have been called a doctor but now you all just refer to me as a cultist. But a title is just a title and I was content with helping your family survive in this place. I look outside my lab and see children running in the streets. Even when I was young man studying in the heavens was that a rare sight to see. It brings me such joy to see the world coming back to life once again. My flesh for a long time has not looked like the man I was but my heart, my heart feels like I'm home again. Perhaps together we can rebuild the world. Not as it was, but as it should be...

The Cult of Doctors
In the years of The Dark City the first cultists were a specific type of doctor who belonged to The AEON Division of XER Tech. After the fall